Journey to another world in the subway

Chapter 156 Six Points
But Homer noticed nothing unusual or suspicious. This smell was the smell of Nagachenno Station, it was different, and it could never be confused with other smells.

Could it be that they arrived at Nagarcheno Station in such a short time?
How reckless the previous station was, to send someone to this place, it deserves to pay for it.

"Who's there?" Hunter asked, turning to him, in a low hoarse voice.

Homer sneered silently, who would know who the devil took away this time?The gates of Nagarcheno Station lie wide open like a vortex, attracting the most unimaginable creatures.

But the station had had its own sojourners, and while they were not considered dangerous, Homer had a special opinion of them, an emotion of fear and loathing mingled with them.

"Some not too big... Alcorns." Sasha tried to describe it to them, but that was enough for Homer.

The point was that he recognized that Hunter was using the plural, which meant that there were many of them.

"Corpse," he whispered.

From Sebastopol to Tula and beyond to the fringes of other metros, the term "corpse eater," which should have been a swear word, has taken on a new meaning, which is the original meaning of the word.

"Predator?" the hunter asked.

"Like a scavenger." Homer wasn't quite sure.

These monsters are extremely vicious, resembling both spiders and primates. They do not risk openly attacking humans, but simply drag corpses to the subway stations they have chosen in advance and make a living from this.

There is a large group of such monsters entrenched at Nagashino Station, and the surrounding tunnels exude a disgusting smell of rotting corpses reeking of blood.

In the process of gradually approaching the Nagarcheno Station, under the influence of this strong smell, many people began to feel dizzy, and some couldn't hold on and simply put on gas masks.

Homer was the first to think of this unique attribute of the Nagashino station, so he hastily pressed the gas mask on his face, and took a deep breath without thinking about it.

The pungent miasma spread from the station, gradually enveloping them, leaving them nowhere to hide.

The hunter acted like he didn't notice anything.

"Is it poisonous gas? Spores? What happened here?" Su Mengfan asked Homer for confirmation.

"It's just a smell." Homer frowned and answered vaguely through the mask.

Su Mengfan looked at Homer carefully, as if trying to figure out if Homer was laughing at herself, then shrugged his extremely generous shoulders.

"It's just a normal smell." Homer turned around.

Hunter changed the posture of holding the gun to make himself more comfortable, and walked in the front, beckoning others to follow him, and moved forward gently.

After about 50 steps forward, there was a short and inarticulate voice.

Homer wiped the sweat off his face, trying to calm his beating heart.

close, close...

Finally, the light of the flashlight hit something...

The darkness was pierced by light from a broken lamp with a cracked and dusty shade, the glass stained with a bluish rust.

Ahead, they saw the first car of the train, which blocked the front section of the tunnel firmly.

The train froze here a long, long time ago, and no one expected it to start moving again.

But every time he sees this scene, Homer wants to climb into its completely damaged cab, gently touch those operating panel instruments, close his eyes and imagine the scene when the train is running at full speed in the tunnel:
Behind the front of the train is a series of brightly lit carriages, full of passengers who read books, dozed off, watched advertisements casually, and chatted hard to the roar of engines.

"When the nuclear leak alarm is sounded at the nearest subway station, the mouth should be lowered and opened immediately to assist the defense system and the military to evacuate the injured and seal the subway station."

For the subway drivers, the rules of work when the "judgment day" comes are clearly written one by one, and it is not difficult to understand.

Each of the above, as long as it is stipulated, as long as it is possible to complete, has been completed.

Most of the train sets were parked on the subway platform, motionless as if lethargic, and the spare parts of the train sets were successively removed and stolen.

The evacuated residents, who had been told in advance that they would be sheltering in the subway for several weeks, later found themselves having to spend their entire lives in the bomb shelter.

Only on the train does Homer feel refreshed, as if that is his home.

The evacuated residents were housed and protected.

Homer felt bad about everything, like seeing his beloved cat stuffed.

But in those stations that are not suitable for housing residents, such as Nasimov Street, although the train stops there, it has also been eroded by time and uncivilized creatures, but it is still more or less intact.

Homer couldn't take his eyes off the car, but there were rustling and hissing sounds in his ears.

From the station came a high, ghostly siren and a muffled whistle, such as he had never heard before.

It was a long sound followed by two very short sounds, the siren sound of a nuclear leak!

After a sudden sound of brakes, a disorienting broadcast sounded in every car: "Dear passengers, we regret to inform you that due to technical reasons, this subway is suspended..." The driver stopped talking into the microphone In one more word, neither does his assistant, Homer.

Because at that time no one could realize what a tricky dilemma was hidden behind this official notice.

The big file that seals the valve stands in the new river channel of Wangchuan, forever separating the world between life and death.

The "Judgment Day" subway employee code of conduct stipulates that within 6 minutes after the nuclear leak alarm sounds, the door will be permanently closed, no matter how many people stay on the "life" side.

If anyone tries to prevent the gate from closing, shoot them straight away.

Women running in high heels with broken heels, their husbands fighting against giant steel giants to let them in.

Could a sergeant who usually patrolled the station and dealt with homeless people and drunkards shoot such a man?
As for those overbearing and unreasonable aunts in uniform hats, workers who have been standing by the subway machine for 30 years have been doing two things.

Preventing others from entering the station and blowing the whistle, can they keep the dying old man out?
What's more, the old man still wears an orange hero badge full of blood and tears?

6 minutes, the rule stipulates that 6 minutes decides everything, and within 6 minutes, a person will either become a machine or a monster.

The screams of women, the roars of men, and the wailing of children.

Machine guns were firing, submachine guns were firing in bursts.

　It's more than Qixi Festival, I hope it will be day and night.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)